Backtracking

During our last snowstorm, I decided to take a look at the project I had waiting to go on the loom. As soon as I opened up my box of warping doo dads I knew I was in trouble. I had no recollection of what I was supposed to do.

The wound warp had been sitting here for weeks and I knew it was just a matter of time before the kitties discovered it so I really had to get my act together and figure this out.

The more I looked at it all the more confused I got. I had to go watch my Craftsy class all over again. I also got out the notes I had the good sense to take and soon it all started coming back.

 The rough sleying went better than expected. That made me nervous because whenever something is easy, it's usually wrong.

The Mister helped me wind it on and so far, so good but here it will stay until I get a major head start on that shawl.

Although the snow is mostly gone from that storm, I thought I would share a big laugh we had over all the cat tracks that ran through the yard.

 I can't even imagine those fussy felines bouncing around, up to their bellies in that cold white stuff but they must have. I wish I could have seen it.

A Victory of Sorts

Yesterday I could look out my kitchen window and see newly spun yarn drying in the sun. It felt good.

It felt particularly good because it was that fiber I had been carrying around all week that needed to become a shawl in a month.

I managed to collect this amount of singles so I dedicated pretty much the whole day yesterday to getting it plied.

It is a long, tedious process. After listening to all NPR had to offer, I had to start a new audiobook to keep me going.

What I thought was a puny bit of singles turned out to be an enormous amount of yarn. I ran out of room on the bobbin.

I had this much leftover and I put it away for just in case.

Now the countdown begins for the shawl. I foresee some long nights ahead.

Sunday Pupdate

 Pup's ears are usually floppy these days but whenever she is up to no good they stick straight up. I know just what she is thinking.

The dish towels are never safe anymore. It's her favorite naughty trick.

Even after I have hung them up for the millionth time, I still can't get mad. Just look at that face.

Making a Point

The first Selbu mitten is done. I hate the top. Too pointy. I knew going in that it would be too pointy but for some reason I was in denial. I hoped it wouldn't look too bad-but it does.

I am going to rip out the top and play with the pattern to make it rounder.

I still need to do the thumb but I decided to wait and do them both together in case I have to fiddle with it- because you know I'm going to have to.

High Priority

 Good golly. It's almost May and I have a long way to go before I get the spinning done for my MDSW shawl-not to mention the knitting of it.

 For the next week or so I am going to be glued to my spindle. No excuses. No starting other projects until this is done.

I've already decided this is going to be a redo.

I loved last year's shawl but the blue just didn't do it for me. I couldn't get the orange version from the pattern out of my head. Hopefully in a month or two I will have my own.

Staying Busy

 As I mentioned yesterday, I have a bad case of cabin fever.

 As much as I love spending the day with all my many projects, it is starting to wear thin.

 It's one thing to get to do all this when you want to. It's another when it's all you have to do.

 I did finish the BFL that was on the Ladybug.

 It is a part of a trilogy of fiber that I hope will be a stripey sweater one day.

Now I have to decide which bag will be the next one on the wheel. They even are hinting that there may be more snow next week. Can you believe it?

Fat Tuesday

 We all had a bad case of cabin fever yesterday.

I caught The Mister sweeping the front yard.

We were in desperate need of a diversion. Since it was Mardi Gras, I sent him to the store for some Hurricane mixer. He came back with Strawberry Margaritas.

We dug out the beads and the sleds and spent the afternoon sliding down the driveway seeing if we could get all the way down the backyard to the creek.
Laissez les bon temps rouler!